Three Girls in the Dusk
The three girls in the dusk that I see every day
Running along the street humming immeasurably
The wind fluttered their long jet hair
Clouds shone brightly covering the sun's flames
The ground turned cool at every step they stepped on
Three girls in the dusk I met from behind the window
Coloring the world wall with a thousand dreams
No matter how much gold they have
Embrace the heart on priceless laughter
And solitude with the blossoming full moon
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The First Knight [END]
PoetryThe past that is permeated in the recesses of the soul need not be forgotten. Remember and carve beautifully with the dust of the flying fire. Love may come, but all you know is pain. Your little soul is incapable of accepting the reality that is in...
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